THE RAJ & THE ROSE 37,000 ft Across Europa we ... - damowords

Drawn by the harmonies of Lord Vishnu's call,
I saw cross the waters navel rooted lotus
Absorbing the beateous bay of Bengal,
Transcending to milk, pearly seaway of silk,
Thou lavender cushion of infinite white,
Surrounding the foetal spirit centripetal
Sucking upon toenails painted starry bright.
"Rider, thou art welcome to India,
Saraswathi, I see, has smil'd on you,
Thy mortal aura bless'd in her prayer,
Thine energies hued in a rainstorm blue,
Come drape thyself in the Himalaya,
For there, my child, thou wilt know what to do."
Calcutta
Akbar's passengers rush from the harbour,
Haul'd by rickshaw thro' wacky racer streets,
Power'd by pedal, petrol or runner,
Til once again the Western posse meets
Mid Sudder's share
Of the Imperatrix
I felt without a care, bouy´d up by British bricks.
Magnificent Pax Mughala
Declines into decadence,
The Nawab, Siraj-ud-Daula
Grows in scope & confidence,
His army march'd to Kolkatta
& English arrogance -
Abandon'd, but for those too late to leave...
Slamm'd in the hole...dawn breaks...few left to breathe.
Grand ocean of humanity,
Sea of friendly faces,
From to native tea, & black taxi,
Betting down the races,
An excellent community garnished with English graces.